Flying Guitars And Broken Dreams

There are flying guitars and broken dreams

While these birds they sing

For money and smokes, big guns, and shots

To settle them down and buy them wedding rings

Is there any way to make new tunes?

Who's imagining all my thoughts

Who's the smart-ass when I let'em think

That I let'em think

I'm gonna let them pull the strings on my guitar

There are flying guitars and broken dreams

while these birds they sing

For money and smokes, big guns, and shots

To settle them down and buy them wedding rings

Why am I different now, I mean,

How did you think you'd compare me?

There's so much hassle

And these flying guitars

Are they gonna play gigs on the sky?

There are flying guitars and broken dreams

while these birds they sing

For money and smokes, big guns, and shots

To settle them down and buy them wedding rings

Brother where's your ride now?

Ain't gonna take you anywhere

Broken winged, tied down

Crediting you a pack of smokes

And a happy end through the night

There are flying guitars and broken dreams

while these birds they sing

For money and smokes, big guns, and shots

To settle them down and buy them wedding rings